Okay so last night me and Kari were trying to get to another friend’s house, and we took Kari’s new car, which she’s still trying to figure out how to work the gps on.

So we were driving along in the dark and we approached railroad tracks. We took a wrong turn there. Everything went downhill from there.

So the house we were trying to get to was a half hour away, but it took us almost two hours to get there.

We ended up in some creepy, uninhabited backwoods with a winding road and nothing but woods on each side for miles. It’s pitch black out and we were trying to figure out where we were. After almost twenty minutes of nothing changing, we see a single sign on the side of the road.

“Now leaving Paradise Valley. Come visit again soon!”

What.

At that point I’m like we must be in an episode of night vale or something because how did we end up in a place called paradise valley? I had never even heard of this place before.

Long story short we rolled in around 11 and Claire was hella confused as to where we had been.

We googled paradise valley to figure out where we had been, and the first thing that came up was about a weed farm there and a murder case by the lake.

What.

The.

Hell.

We are never driving at night again.

–Crush–

juvenile affections

are passive afflictions

that take no direction

but stew as infections

Is this what being smitten does to you?

I just spent my evening not doing homework, but rather making snickerdoodles and working out.

I never work out.

I usually only bake for myself.

I feel like a different species and it is alarming.

Send help.

A friend is having a triggering night and isn’t responding to my messages. Best case scenario, she fell asleep. Worst case? Who knows….

Looks like I’m sharing a bed with my laptop tonight. I hope she posts something or checks in….

I have a lot of pet peeves, but one that gets my blood boiling every time is when people make light of OCD. It’s such a stigmatized disorder, and it’s commonplace for people to make jokes about it. If we’re ever represented on TV, it’s a running gag about how much of a neat freak we are (which isn’t even true for a lot of people with OCD). We get told by our families were just overreacting or that “everyone is a little OCD sometimes”.

We go through day after day of people purposefully triggering us to see how OCD works or just to watch us get uncomfortable. It’s like a game to them. Even friends would give into the temptation to skew a paper or leaving something over the edge oft he table, just to see me reflexively adjust it. They would take it a step forward, holding the skewed object in place. After they’d watched me squirm sufficiently enough, then they let me fix it. It was all in “good fun”.

Although I’ve improved greatly thanks to much time and a skilled therapist, I still have symptoms of the disorder and fall victim to it. It’s not easy to overcome. It’s hell.

Want to know why?

The best way to treat OCD is exposures. That means the therapist will put us in a controlled situation, and expose us to our trigger. We must then sit there and let my anxiety rise, let me cry and panic, until I come back down from the panic and am calm again. This can take ten minutes, this can take forty minutes. The first time I did an exposure, it took almost an hour. It was the longest hour of my life.

The situations and things that trigger OCD are not funny. They’re not a game. They’re not a joke.

OCD is not a joke.

Blasting some good tunes by Said the Whale. And by blasting I mean playing at a decent volume since my mom is asleep down the hall.

I’m in a texting and flirting sort of mood tonight, though the person of interest will not respond. Hm. Must fill the void.

lumpygrumpy –> demigrump

Do you ever have that ridiculous fear of telling a joke that’s legitimately and completely harmless? Like, earlier today I was about to tell a joke about jellyfish and then I pause like “oh my glob what if their entire family was murdered by jellyfish or they’re a jellyfish rights activist” so I don’t tell the joke on the off chance they’re really emotional about jellyfish.

Does this happen to anyone else or is it just me?

Ow I just got a wicked rug burn from leaping to grab my phone.

I never care about responding to texts.

What is happening?

Is this some weird werewolf transformation?

lumpygrumpy:

Protect nonbinary teens at all costs because literally everyone is constantly invalidating their identities or policing their gender and gender expression.

You go, nonbinary teens. Continue being majestic and wonderful and you in your gender journey.